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Post by Indiana on Sept 26, 2006 19:14:14 GMT -5
The damn twinkley thing infuriated Indiana. It was mocking her inability to get any sort of job in Paris. It riticuled her. It would be stopped.
*pulls a lasso from underneath her jacket*
"DIE YOU CATTLE-RUSTLING SON OF ******!"
((She seemed a little too balanced. I had to sue-ify her.))
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Post by Indiana on Sept 28, 2006 17:46:38 GMT -5
((Woe. No one loves me. I must now go and buy the new Evanesance CD.))
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Post by Irene on Sept 28, 2006 19:37:52 GMT -5
"Hey, watch out for that-"
My shouts were drowned out by the crash of the chandelier.
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Post by Indiana on Sept 29, 2006 20:02:15 GMT -5
"Oooow."
-brushes crystals off her hat-
"That was painful."
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